Before charging at Wang Dong, Wu Feng deliberately glanced at Huo Yuhao. When she saw his white soul ring, the disdain in her heart deepened.
Ha! A puny soul master with nothing but a ten-year soul ring, and you dare look down on Ning Tian?
I'll grind you under my heel and make you apologize to Ning Tian!
She shouted, her first soul ring flashed, and her first soul skill, Dragon's Fire, activated!
Fierce flames erupted from her body. Backed by their scorching heat and the support of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, she lashed her left dragon claw at Wang Dong.
Suddenly, the flames went out.
"The Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect-the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!"
On the elevated spectator stands surrounding the arena, Zhou Yi, who had been watching Huo Yuhao's trio, looked astonished.
"That support-system Soul Elder is actually from the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. This is trouble." Her brow furrowed deeply, unease written all over her face.
As she worried, a voice she found irritating rang out.
"Well, well, well, isn't this Teacher Zhou? It's been a few months. Not playing the old hag anymore?"
Zhou Yi cast a sidelong glance at the newcomer, a teacher around thirty years old.
The teacher chuckled. "Watching your beloved seeded team perform? What unfortunate timing. The team you picked just happened to run into our class's seeded team. Well? Ning Tian is a support-system Soul Elder with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul. Has she shattered your sweet dreams?"
Zhou Yi snorted. "Mu Jin, do you think your students are guaranteed to win?"
Mu Jin's looks were hardly inferior to Zhou Yi's, but he lacked her severity. He smiled and said, "I don't mean to discourage you, Teacher Zhou, but your seeded team